Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
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Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
Parodies
At least you have our Answer. Hear!
Not e’en your lips shall laugh Truth dead,
Nor your fierce mockery bow his head
At whom fools shriek in hate and fear,
And despots howl in dread.
From _The Daily News_. April 30, 1887.
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THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN.
On page 93 a parody of the above song, entitled _The Fine Old Standard
Tragedy_, was inserted, with a note stating that it had first appeared
in Albert Smith’s _Town and Country Miscellany_. The author of the
parody, the Rev. E. Bradley, has written to point out that it was
originally published in _The Month_ for October, 1851, a small
magazine edited by Albert Smith, and illustrated by John Leech. _The
Month_ only ran to six numbers, from July to December, 1851, when it
was discontinued. Bradbury and Evans, the publishers, had lost money
by it, and the fact was, as stated by poor Albert Smith, _The Month_
was far too good for the public taste of that day. Mr. Bradley kindly
sends another parody, of the same original, which was very popular
amongst University men about 1845; the author’s name is not known.
THE FINE YOUNG ENGLISH GENTLEMAN.
I’ll sing you a fine new song, ’twas made by a mad young pate,
Of a fine young English gentleman, who lives on no estate,
But who keeps up appearances at a very dashing rate,
And also his poor old landlady by coming home so late,
Like a fine young English gentleman, one of the present time.
He lives in a smart new lodging up a rather narrow stair,
And the furniture is fine enough, though a little the worse for
wear,
For, two or three gay young friends of his are fond of smoking
there,
And though they spoil the new carpet, this brave young man don’t
care;
For, he’s a fine young English gentleman, one of the present
time.
His custom of an afternoon, if he’s anything of a swell,
Is to ride a friend’s horse in Hyde Park, and chat with some
first-rate belle;
Or to dine with a few nice friends of his at the Clarendon Hotel,
Upon capital good turtle soup, and champagne that’s iced so well;
Like a fine young English gentleman, one of the present time.
And, as for the rest of the evening, why I really cannot say,
Except that the cold punch was excellent, and the company very
gay;
And he challenged two or three men; but then, they settle it next
day;
And he does not quite remember how, or when he came away;
For, he’s a fine young English gentleman, one of the present
time.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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